The face in his mind was so familiar, familiar to the point that even someone resembling her couldn't bear to see her suffer even a little.
Xin Rou wasn't Ye Yan.
Perhaps to others, they looked alike, but to him, it was just a startling surprise at first glance.
His Ye Yan was one of a kind, impossible for anyone to replicate.
Xin Rou came in holding a tray, her gaze swiftly moving away after sweeping over Fu Xingzhou.
She understood all the rules set by the manager and dared not to overstep.
The people in this private room were the top tycoons of Ao City, commanding wealth and power, far beyond what someone of her status could afford to offend.
Even with ulterior motives, she had to follow the procedures.
According to the rules of the club, Xin Rou half-knelt to pour drinks for the guests.
She had just started and was not very professional in her posture and movements, but no one here cared.